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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

There once was a girl named Viviana...

...and she had a magical dream job (assistant fashion editor at Vogue Nippon) and lived in a magical place (Milan) where she often attended beautiful parties with her beautiful friends, and everyone around her loved her because of her beautiful smile. People did not care if she paired orange with green, or stripes with more stripes, or wore slouchy menswear instead of prim dresses. Viviana looked beautiful in everything, and people were always trying to take her photograph. That way other girls across the world - girls who are sitting at their slightly less glamorous desks in London, New York, Sydney or Chicago - could see Viviana's beauty and style and be inspired.

I have always wanted to know who it was that so effortlessly rocked polka dots with leopard print (I think she was photographed in that outfit by either The Sartorialist or Garance last year). And now I know. Perfection!